She parked her new BMW on the street of the residential neighborhood.
With her purse in hand, Melinda walked across the street to the house she had never been before. She was dressed sharply in office attire with her black sunglasses on.
She double checked the address, then put her sunglasses away before ringing the doorbell.
After a few seconds, a geeky young woman answered the door, complete with thick reading glasses and a sweater which had the logo of the nearby university. Obviously a young college student. She looked like she was in the middle of studying for an exam.
Melinda felt a hint of embarrassment for even standing there, despite having a specific purpose.
"Hi, am I in the right place?" Melinda asked awkwardly.
"I don't know. That all depends."
Melinda recognized the geeky student's high pitched voice.
"I recognize you," Melinda said. "You must be Emily. We spoke on the phone yesterday."
"Password please."
"The password is
spread eagled
," Melinda said, embarrassed.
Emily smiled broadly, which only made her look goofier.
"Come right in."
Melinda apprehensively entered the private residence, not knowing what to expect. It looked like a typical home. Neat and clean throughout, a sofa facing a large tv, and plenty of decorations all around. Judging by the tidiness and choice of dvds, there definitely weren't any boys around. (Good) In fact, there didn't seem to be anyone around at all.
"Are you here alone?" Melinda asked.
"The girls are upstairs. They're showering and preparing for the session. They'll be ready once the process is complete."
"Okay."
"Would you like to have a drink?" Emily asked exuberantly. "We have soda, coffee, or juice."
"No thanks. I had a ton of coffee at work today."
"Okay. I'll need you to fill out some quick forms. The girls will be with you in a few moments, once this is done."
Melinda was slightly amused. "Sounds professional."
"We like to run a professional operation here. Plus we like to keep track of our clientele for future promotions. You know, so we can market our services better."
"Smart girl. I like that. You'd made a great business woman someday."
Emily smiled, "We're already great business women, don't you think?"
"Good point."
Emily handed the woman a clipboard with a pen. "Fill this out and have a seat. We'll get started when you're ready."
The level of courtesy & professionalism impressed Melinda. It was far beyond what Melinda had expected. Melinda took the clipboard and sat down on the couch. There were two pages of typed questions. She held the pen and filled out the form:
First name: Melinda
Age: 38
Race: white
Location: San Francisco
Marital status: divorced, currently single
Orientation: straight, but looking to explore
Occupation: I'm a financial analyst for a hedge fund
Experience with women: none
How did you hear about us: through a friend
Reason for being here:
The first page was done and Melinda felt a bit of guilt for skipping the last question. But oh well. She wasn't here to answer questions. She was here for something else.
She turned the page and found the questions she had expected. Melinda knew exactly how to answer the blunt questions. There was no need to think. She had already thought of this countless times in the past week.
Number of girls: 3
Level of dominance: mild
Bondage: yes
Spread eagle: yes
Body massage: yes
Receiving oral sex: yes
Performing oral sex: yes
Kissing: yes
Anal: no
Finger penetration: yes
Vibrator: no
Clitoral vibrator: yes
Strap-on: no
Dildo: yes
Verbal degradation: no
Verbal teasing: yes
Humiliation: no
Nipple clamps: no
Golden shower: no
Spanking (crop or paddle): no
Spanking (hand): no
Other: no, the above listed is fine
The form was completed and there was no need to wait any longer. She stood up and handed the clipboard to Emily.
"Excellent," Emily said with a big geeky smile. "I'll tally up the costs."
And Emily did just that. She used a calculator and quickly did the math.
"That'll be $500," Emily said.
Melinda opened a purse. "A bit steep."
"The girls are worth every penny."
"So I've heard. And I liked that you're all shrewd businesswomen."
Emily smiled and shrugged. "It pays the rent and our college tuition."
"I'm glad to hear it."
After digging through her purse, Melinda handed the college student $500 dollars, which made the geeky student smile even harder. In a strange way, it was very adorable, in spite of what the money was for.
"Follow me," Emily said. "You can leave your purse here. No one will take it."
Melinda trusted the girl and she put her purse down, following Melinda down the hall to a bathroom.
"Here's the bathroom, obviously," Emily pointed out. "Leave all your clothes in there. And we require clients to have a quick shower. No need to wash your face or hair. Just your body. Oh, and the shower handle is movable, so, you know, wash yourself down there."
Melinda nearly blushed from embarrassment. "Will do."
As Melinda stepped inside the bathroom, she noticed that Emily still stood there awkwardly at the entrance to the bathroom.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Melinda replied.
"I hate to be nosy, but, I noticed your form, part of it is blank. You didn't explain why you're here. That's something I've always been curious about regarding our clients. I think it's totally hot. But why?"
Melinda felt embarrassed again. "Long story, but it's always been a fantasy. I was always too afraid to try it in college. When I got married, I assumed it would never happen. So, here I am, single again. I heard about this through a friend."
"Some friend," Emily smiled adoringly, then wistfully added. "You're very pretty. The girls are going to love you."
"Between you and me, what can you tell me about the girls? Are they nice? Or should I take my money back and run?"
"Oh, the girls are amazing. Trust me. Everyone on campus loves them. And when it comes to this, well, let's just say that clients
always
come back."
"Sounds like you girls earn a lot of money from this," Melinda said.
"We do well. Hopefully you'll become a returning client as well."
"Never say never. I'm a little nervous."
"Don't be," Emily said. "The girls basically do all the work, since, you know, you'll be spread eagled on the bed."
Melinda froze for a moment. "Right."
"Sorry for talking too much. I can be a chatterbug. Remember, take a quick shower, leave your clothes here, and I'll be back when you're ready. I'll let the girls know that you're almost done."
"Okay."
Emily left and Melinda closed the door. She undressed from her expensive office attire. Each article of clothing was neatly folded and placed in a pile.